Monday, October 20, 2014

Book Highlight: Losing Track by Trisha Wolfe

Sometimes you have to
lose your way before finding the right track.The roar of a bike engine. The vibration between her thighs. The feel of cool
darkness kissing her skin as she coasts along twisty back roads at night—Melody
Lachlan lives for these things. Ever since Mel and her best friend Darla
escaped their small, backwoods town, they’ve traveled the countryside in search
of fast rides, tatted bikers, and good times.A self-proclaimed poet and lover of all things free, Mel views her life as one
long bike ride—with pit stops along the way to numb the pain. But she never saw
herself as a junkie. Party as hard as you ride. That’s her motto…until a tragic
night steals her soul. Then she’s forced to delve below the surface, to where
her demons rage.When she meets recovered drug addict Boone Randall, she’s more likely to deck
him than kiss his dimple-adorable face. She doesn’t want his help; doesn’t want
to own up to her part in that night. She just wants to do her time and keep her
promise to her friend. Yet Boone challenges Mel, and soon she doesn’t mind
sharing the road. Only when Boone’s own secret demons threaten their newfound,
fragile security, Mel’s course becomes rocky, and she must decide if letting
her well-worn track marks fade is worth finding a new path. Told from Dual point of view from Melody and Boone, this is a New Adult
Contemporary Romance intended for readers seventeen years of age and older.

I’m not sure which I’m rooting for. Just as I wasn’t sure yesterday if I wanted her to accept my rejection—or push past all my barriers and tell me to fuck off, she was taking control. I lied when I told myself I was relieved; I wanted this girl to scare the shit out of me, to make me react.

Her throaty voice cuts through the suffocating fear creeping over me. “I got a letter. From a friend. He’s just been released from jail.”

I notice the folded paper in her hand. Her fingertips pinching the paper, holding it away from herself. “That’s good news.” It’s not a statement; it’s a question.

She nods. “Yeah.”

Silence thickens between us.

“Walk?” I offer, hoping I can get her out of whatever funk this friend has caused.

Nodding again, she picks herself off the floor and folds the letter to make it smaller. She stuffs it into the back pocket of her jean skirt before saying, “So how did you fair with the blue balls yesterday? You seem to be walking all right.”

A chuckle slips out. I know she’s avoiding. Doesn’t want to talk about the letter or her friend, so I can roll with her punches. “Worst case I ever had.” And that’s no lie. I thought long and hard about jerking my dick to kingdom come, but I settled for blue balls. An extra little dose of punishment for almost fucking up.

“And that’s the best compliment I’ve ever had. Thanks, Boone.” She nudges me with her shoulder as I shake my head.

As soon as we step outside, I drop my shades over my eyes and instantly regret my idea. For the seconds I was entranced with Mel’s pain, with her, I forgot about the sky-high heat index. “Shit. If there was ever a month to get the fuck out of Florida,” I say.

“No shit,” she agrees. Turning to face me, she adds, “You do have a bike. Well, sort of. Not sure I classify your Bonnie bobber as one, really…” she trails off, and I let the slight against my bike slide. I figured her for an all American girl. “But we could Bonnie and Clyde our way to Sturgis. Pun totally intended.” She winks. “There’s always, like, a crazy aftermath of drag races and parties following the rally.”

I want to think she’s joking. But I have a sure feeling in the pit of my stomach that if I offered her to leave right now, she’d hop on the back of my bike. No questions. And suddenly, there’s a sickness gripping my gut to match that feeling—I want that.

At some point, whether it was the moment she touched me, the heated look in her eyes, or the second I saw the hopelessness forming around her in the hall…a line was crossed. There’s no walking away now.

This girl will break me.

And I’ll beg her to do it.

Companion to:

The Darkest Part (Living Heartwood )
by Trisha Wolfe
Release Date: 08/06/13
Summary from Goodreads:
Pressing the boundaries of both the psyche and the heart, Sam and Holden embark on a dangerous journey that will test the limits of love.
Sam Wintry’s life used to be almost perfect. She was engaged to her childhood best friend and high school sweetheart, Tyler Marks, planning an amazing cross-country honeymoon during her college break. But after a hit-and-run leaves her in ruin, she begins seeing Tyler’s fractured, ghostly presence, and her family believes she’s losing her mind. Not until she completes their journey, stopping along the way to scatter Tyler's remains, will Tyler be able cross over. Only...is Sam ready for him to leave her?
When the black sheep of the Marks' family, Holden Marks, returns to check on Tyler's case, Sam convinces him to give her his brother's ashes. Despite their shaky history, she needs him...plus, he owes it to Sam and his brother. What she doesn’t count on is Holden’s relentlessness to go on the trip.
On the road, Holden realizes just how unhinged Sam has become. Dealing with her psychosis forces him to confront his dark past, making it harder to keep secrets hidden that should remain buried. Especially from Sam, the only woman he’s ever loved. And as Sam starts to unravel the truth, she begins to question if the brother she's unwillingly falling for again is in an even darker place than her.
New Adult Contemporary coming this year.

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